She's got cigarette on each arm

She's got the lily-white cavity crazes

She's got a carborator tied to the moon

Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages

She's alone in the new pollution

She's got a hand on a wheel of pain

She can talk to the mangling strangers

She can sleep in a fiery bog

Throwing troubles to the dying embers

She's alone in the new pollution

She's got a paradise camoflauge

Like a whip-crack sending me shivers

She's a boat through a strip-mine ocean

Riding low on the drunken rivers

She's alone in the new pollution